I spend most of the afternoon in bed. It’s the truth, and I’m just going to go ahead and confess it. Today was one of those days. We haven’t slept much at all the past few nights, and today I had one of those headaches that just will not go away so I rested. I didn’t sleep, but I did rest. And I thought. A lot. About random things. Here are a few:
- My daughter went home from church with a friend to play for the first time ever…without one of us. (I’m not counting my niece here.) She waved goodbye, said she loved us and hopped in that family’s van, her eyes shining with excitement and her chin held high with the pride she felt in being “big enough” to go alone. I didn’t cry…but I thought about it.
- On the way home, my husband drove through and bought me coffee…the good kind. I brought it home and paired it with one (okay, two) of my Chocolate Covered Caramel Brownies. Maybe the sugar high had something to do with the fact I never napped…but, oh it was good.
- As I rested, I watched the Discovery Channel’s “Out of the Wild: The Alaska Experiment,” and I thought, “People actually signed up or this?” I mean, think about it. These people volunteered to be cold, tired and hungry (in the extreme) just to see if they could. In most of the world, people call fighting for survival life; we call it entertainment. I enjoyed watching the show, but the whole idea behind it baffles me just a bit.
- Not sleeping is no good. Not for me, not for my husband, not for my son. But sometimes as a parent with an infant, it’s just part of life, and the only way to get through it is just to get through it, knowing that eventually it will pass. So, the problem is no longer the predicament, it’s my perspective. Jessica at Life As Mom helped me with that today…maybe her post can help you, too.
- And finally, I think one of the saddest parts of the show “Out of the Wild: The Alaska Experiment” is that one of the people (Carolyn) quit the day before their adventure ended. Seriously. She had trekked more than 50 miles, she had endured so much, and she gave up. I don’t blame her. I doubt I’d have made it half that far, but it just makes me think (and maybe you need the reminder): you never know how close you are to victory…so just hold on.